Little Goat Mountain Still a soldier

Reyson stared at her and gave a snort of derision. Charity hmm? And here thought taking care of other pack mates and being nice to them was part of being a pack wolf. I guess I was wrong, since you clearly have a better perspective than I.

I will accept the help, graciously. he added calmly. There was no change in his outward demeaner, no change in his voice.

He dropped some of the meat at her feet and shouldered the rest. There you go.

Then he turned and started back down the mountain. Hopefully she could hear him and follow and didn't fall over the side. Her attitude was annoying, but he could understand. Things like her blindness however it may have happened and the small glimpses of her life that he had heard. She had a reason to be bitter. But he did not deserve to be on the receiving end.